Chapter 40

It was just a game of chess. What could possibly happen? What were the chances of Ivor forcing himself on her?

‘Knock Knock Knock. She rapped on his door.

A deep, charming voice responded, “Come in.”

Bonnie smelled a wonderful cologne as soon as she pushed the door open. Ivor definitely used the good stuff.

Ivor was sitting in a chair. A chessboard had been set up in front of him. He had even gotten someone to prepare tea. Ivor took a slow sip as steam wafted over his sharp eyes. The steam lingered, giving his handsome features an almost ethereal sense of charm.

“The tea master brewed this. Have a taste.”

“Sure.” Bonnie didn’t bother to stand on formalities. She lifted the cup and tasted the tea. “This is Mariage Frères. It’s been brewed very well, too.”

He raised his brow and asked playfully, “How do you know it’s Mariage Frères?”

in Parisia. It produced extraordinary teas in small quantities. Most people had never even heard of it.

is?” Bonnie answered nonchalantly and set the cup down.

you tasted it

dismissed what she said as lies in the past, but he hesitated to think that of her now. Bonnie might be

You might be young, but you seem to have some experience with tea. Are you going to tell me that you’re a tea

condescendingly.

said with a blank face.

Bonnie said that she had tasted every tea imaginable, but anyone who was rich enough could do that. However, it was simply arrogance

tea master.

were to learn it from scratch, she wouldn’t have

master, Quenton Hill. If you’re a tea master yourself, you

him.”

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working for you?” She put down her cup of tea and asked.

Quenton?!

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